A nightmare

Chapter 3

~ Dylan ~

'Mr and Mrs Charles' She quickly responded.

The name… it rang a bell, reeked recognition.. a fearful one. My breath came in shorts and I felt dizzy immediately, an unusual feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. I clasped both sides of the hospital bed.. my mind working its way on the easiest way for me to escape. The nurse rushed to my side, pinned me back to the bed.

I jerked my shoulders. 'Get your fucking hands off me!' I growled.

'I can't let you leave here under my watch, especially when you're not fully recovered. If you don't want to see those people outside, say it. I'll have them leave immediately' the doctor interfered.

I inclined my head in affirmation. 'Fine.. I don't wa…' I stopped mid sentence when a third party butted in.

'How can he mention that to you, Doctor? He's our son. What son wouldn't want to see their parents?' the voice came from the ward's entrance.

My throat constricted and I slowly gazed upwards to look at her.. I would recognize her anywhere even in ashes. I spent fifteen years of my life living with her, dancing to her whims and caprices even when it wasn't convenient for me. I did all she wanted because I was so desperate to show my appreciation to her family for adopting me… Her eyes had a mischievous glint as they stared back at me. There she was, alongside her husband. The duo who had planned to sell me off to a pimp because of their son.

I shook rather violently, the color draining from my face.

'W.. what a..re you d…doing here? How did you f..find me?' I stuttered. For four years, it was hard for them to get a trace of me.. How's it possible now that they know my whereabouts?. 

'Doctor. Could you please give us a second? I'll like to talk to my son privately' she pointed out, unnecessarily emphasizing on the last three words.

As always, she's the one doing the most talking. Her husband only stood behind her like some kinda robot, waiting for her order before he can say a word. It has always been like that with the Charles.

The doctor casted one last glare at me, mouthed an apology then cowardly reached for the door, he motioned for the nurse to come along as well. Wasn't he the one who promised to send them off if I'm not willing to see them??

'son of a b*tch' I cussed under my breath.

She sat at the edge of the bed, covered my shivering hands with her cold palm. An act that made me cringe inwardly.

'Oh dear. It's been a while, hasn't it?' she scowled mockingly.

'What do you want from me?!' 

'How do you mean by that son? You ran from home. We looked for you relentlessly, hoped you'll come back home some day. Now that we're finally reunited, isn't it worth some happiness?'

I grimaced. Happiness?? Hell No!! So far I'm concerned, nothing good is going to come out of this situation… 'How did you even find me?' I asked again.

'You are all over the News, Dylan. The whole of Carlifonia must have heard about the accident by now.. A reporter was amongst those who saved your life. I guess. I was worried about your well being. I had to take an emergency flight down here' she shrugged her shoulders lazily.

'I'm fine. I don't need you worrying about me' I gnarled. 'After all these years, I didn't expect that you'll come for me again. After all, you must have sorted out other means to save your son!!'. I blurted out.

Her lips stretched into a thin line. 'What do you mean?'.

'Drop the fvcking act!! I heard it all that day. You planned to sell me off to a pimp' the statement came off my mouth louder than I intended it to.

The lines on her forehead creased in confusion. Slowly, she inclined her head. 'You know, I was wondering all these years, why you ran from home.. happens you heard things you aren't supposed to..'

I smacked my lips. 'No.. I heard things that'll make me know the real you! You should have sought other ways, pushed me to take a job, get a loan.. just something else! But you chose to sell me off?. What mother would do that to her son? Is it because I'm not a real one?..'

She smirked, shooting me a murderous glare. 'I raised you up all these years. That's the least thing you can do to appreciate my generous act..' she flipped her hair to the side, flashed me a forced smile. 'My dear son, it's better to let go of the past. Come back home. We miss you. Your brother is fine now. So you can be at peace. No one's going to sell you off' she added.

I squeezed my eyes shut. 'Forget about me. I'm not following you back home' I adamantly said.

'You are honey, you've got no choice now. I promise, you'll be treated at home' 

A devilish smirk crossed her face at the words.

I blinked rapidly, anxiousness made my palms sweaty.

'You can't take me out of here,.else, you'll be arrested'. I weakly pulled out the IV from my arm, causing drops of blood to pour from the spot in my arm where it was previously inserted.

'Careful there, you're going to hurt yourself' she said, a fake sympathy plastered on her features. She was a good actress, I know it already. So, it is impossible for her to get to me this way.

I let my hands hold the edge of the bed for support as I climbed off.

'Come on, Dylan. Where the hell do you think you're going now?' her husband who has been mute all the time finally said something.

'Far away from you two' I spat out, trying to balance my bare feet on the cold floor.

'It's too late, honey. You've no where to go now'...

A small push sent me falling back onto the bed. Strong, firm hands pinned me to the bed, the more I struggled, the tighter the hands held me..

I felt a sting by the side of my neck as a needle was forcefully pushed in. It was as though all the air is being sucked out of my lungs. One last jerk, the firm hands released me. With blurry vision, coupled with a burning sensation on the side of my neck, I crumbled to the floor, straining my vision to find an escape even when I know it's all useless. 

Her laughs was the last thing I heard before giving in.